Fang Yun put away his pen and sat quietly.
Fang Yun was at the center of the vision of "Thousands of Miles of Transmission of Feelings", and his mind was most affected by this poem.
The power of the sad words that spread throughout the world still reverberates within a thousand miles, and the sadness continues to spread.
In the Changle Palace of Jing State, Princess Zhao Hongzhuang burst into tears.
"Your Majesty, please save Fang Yun!" Zhao Hongzhuang, dressed in a goose yellow palace dress, rushed in front of the empress dowager and fell on her legs.
“It’s not that I don’t want to save you…” The Queen Mother wiped away her tears with one hand and patted Zhao Hongzhuang’s back with the other.
"If Fang Yun dies, I will not live either..."
"you… "
The snow outside the capital was falling even faster.
In the Yushan Lei family compound, the two great scholars Lei Tingyu and Zong Wenxiong were holding teacups, but the tea had gone cold.
"People think he is a young phoenix, but he has a delicate heart. Others see him missing his wife, but I see his grievance. The Holy Way is ruthless, but sending him to the Tiger Prison is too despicable. You and I should stop it." Zong Wenxiong slowly put down the teacup.
"It's such a pity to have such talent. It's even more of a pity that although people can keep him, heaven cannot, and although heaven can keep him, the monsters and barbarians cannot! It's not worth it for a dying person." Lei Tingyu drank the herbal tea silently.
"I heard that your Lei family's magical object was moving unusually?" Zong Wenxiong stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the cold tea disappeared. The cold water in the kettle next to him boiled, and he flicked it again, and the water temperature dropped slightly, and then he used this water to make tea.
I saw the tea leaves actually rising along the water vapor, flying into the air and then slowly falling down. The fragrance of the tea spread for a mile, it was a treasure among teas.
Lei Tingyu had a slight look of complacency on his face, and said, "That's true, but I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse."
Zong Wenxiong glanced at Lei Tingyu, took a sip of tea, looked towards the capital, and said, "The Lei family is about to prosper. Perhaps Brother Tingyu will be the first Lei Saint."
Lei Tingyu finally couldn't hold back anymore, and the corners of his mouth turned up. He said, "No, no..."
The Left Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Ji Zhi knocked lightly on the door of the study. As the most proud disciple of the Left Prime Minister Liu Shan, he could enter and leave the Left Prime Minister's residence at will.
"Zhibai, come in." Liu Shan's voice came from the study.
"Teacher, what do you think of this poem?" Ji Zhibai pushed the door open and walked in.
Liu Shan smiled calmly and said, "You are still so impatient. Do you want to hear the truth?"
Ji Zhibai did not hesitate to move a chair and sat down opposite to him on the left. He said sternly, "Master, you underestimate me. I admire his talent, but I don't like his publicity. Moreover, since he is the enemy of the master, he is also the enemy of the student."
Liu Shan nodded slightly and said, "He already has two poems that are well-known throughout the world. If he can live another twenty years, he can be canonized as the Sage of Poetry and become a double Sage, unprecedented in history. If nothing unexpected happens, he also has the potential to be a Sage of Poetry, and it is very likely that he will be able to obtain the great honor of being a triple Sage before he is canonized."
"My dear teacher, he is truly impartial and impartial. I returned to the capital from Ning'an County on October 15th. There were very few people welcoming me, far fewer than the top scorers in previous years. I hated Fang Yun that day, but I let it go afterwards. Now I just feel sorry for him. Even if Fang Yun is extremely talented, it is difficult for him to rule the country three times in one day."
"The three chapters in prison, I am looking forward to them. Suddenly I feel that such a person died too early. I wonder what it will be like when he enters the court in the future. It’s just that the holy way is ruthless. The holy way is ruthless..." Liu Shan looked out the window.
Ji Zhibai smiled and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the Zongsheng will surely succeed. You are in charge of Jingguo, making plans and making the greatest achievements. The next semi-saint of the Zajia family may not be you, but you will definitely have a place as the second or third semi-saint!"
Liu Shan nodded, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he said: "I am the left prime minister, and I have suppressed the literati for many years. Once I succeed, I will be able to directly enter the Confucian school and explore the holy way!"
“When that day comes, my teacher will surely shine throughout the world!” Ji Zhibai said this, but he knew in his heart that although Liu Shan became the left prime minister, he was just a chess piece placed by the sage many years ago, and he got the position by an illegitimate position. If he could not eliminate his mental illness before becoming a great scholar, he would have no hope of being righteous and upright for the rest of his life, let alone becoming a half-saint.
Liu Shan placed all his bets on Zongsheng's strategy of uniting the barbarians. Once the strategy succeeded, he would have accomplished a great feat for the human race, and would have no regrets and would have become a great scholar.
Kongcheng, Kong Mansion.
The scholars from the Holy Academy who fought against the monsters and barbarians with Fang Yun in Denglongtai gathered here and read "Jiangchengzi: Dream in Prison" repeatedly.
Zhang Zhixing said, "I'm afraid Fang Yun's nickname will have to be upgraded to Fang Tianxia?"
"Fang Chuanshi is still the best."
"I really look forward to the day when he is called 'Fang Jingsheng'." Kong Detian said.
"Shou Yu, do you think Fang Yun can survive the punishment of the Moon Tree God?" Judd asked in a low voice.
The Bagua diagram in Ji Shouyu's eyes flashed, and then he shook his head and said softly: "I don't know."
"well… "
In Zuihualou, the best brothel in Kongcheng, Su Xiaoxiao, the most talented woman in Kongcheng, leaned against the window, pinching her handkerchief with her fingers, crying and complaining.
After crying for a long time, Su Xiaoxiao walked to the desk and picked up a pen to write.
"Ten years of life and death, I can't forget you without thinking about you..."
Su Xiaoxiao wrote over and over again, crying every time she wrote, crying every time she wrote, and writing again...
The madam of Zuihualou rushed over after hearing the news and cried to comfort her, but Su Xiaoxiao turned a deaf ear to her and continued writing "Jiangchengzi: Dream in Prison" like a possessed person.
The madam was extremely anxious.
Talent is paramount in Shengyuan Continent. The real famous prostitutes and flower girls of the ten countries have long since left the industry of selling their bodies. The top flower girls all sell their art but not their bodies. Even the sons of semi-saint families can marry famous flower girls openly.
The Ten Kingdoms Brothels even divided the famous prostitutes into three categories, from low to high, namely female students, female scholars and female juren, but they did not dare to have female jinshi.
There are only six real female candidates in the ten countries now, and one of them is Su Xiaoxiao from Kongcheng.
Su Xiaoxiao is the biggest drawcard of Zuihualou. She redeemed herself several years ago and signed a contract with the owner of Zuihualou. As long as she finds her ideal husband, she can leave at will.
After copying for who knows how many times, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly threw down her brush. The ink splashed and there was even a faint sound of swords.
"When you lost your jade ring in your dream, I felt so sad. I will wear plain clothes and wear a thorny hairpin, never marry, and serve you as a slave!"
The madam's eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Su Xiaoxiao ordered her men to treat the madam well, then she tore off her gorgeous clothes and put on a maid's coarse cloth dress. She used tree branches as hairpins to comb her hair, painted her face with wood ash, took out the private money she had saved for many years, and ordered people to prepare a carriage to go to Confucius' Mansion.
"Mr. Fang is an old friend of many members of the Kong family. That's the best place to find Mr. Fang." The eighteen-year-old girl's eyes were firmer than ever, but her eyes were still red and swollen.
The capital of Jing State, Fang family.
Yang Yuhuan wiped away her tears, turned her face to the sky with her bare face, and walked towards the door with light lotus steps.
Ao Huang rushed over and said to Yang Yuhuan: "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? You must not be stupid. Are you going to see Fang Yun or to commit suicide? You can't meet Fang Yun, and you must not commit suicide!"
Yang Yuhuan walked and said, "Ten years ago, I was sold to the Fang family. My parents treated me like their own children. Although Fang Yun and I have not yet married, I have long regarded him as my husband. My husband is in trouble, and as a woman, I can't do anything for him. The only thing I can do is to beat the drum of grievance in the palace, file a complaint with the emperor, and seek justice for my husband!"
Ao Huang was stunned. It turned out that Fang Yun's "Ten years of life and death" also implied that the two had known each other for ten years. (To be continued...)